Terry Deal

Tiger Mum - Poem by Terry Deal

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Pale and soft, Beauty of palest screenDecided to stop being quite so keenBrushing her soft long and dark tressesCalmed her fears and stopped stressesThat truest love she would never findSo she set off with a quest in mindTo seek the source, of her eternityThat once she'd faintly seen in PC

She packed her bags and left the SunSaid perhaps in Malta I'll be doneIn search for the root of destinyThat has so long eluded poor me

Raven-haired Kat's a special sortAnd soon located a secret FortShe thundered at the hidden doorBroke a pinkie nail and loudly sworeThat she would find what was deftly hidBy calling a monster from the IDKat took a run at the hidden prizeDoor was broke by the size of her thighs

Victory! she now, morphed back toHer svelte stylish self, and on tip-toeWalked towards life's inspirationThat could give power to a Nation

What power's in this box she musedSo she tapped a key, quite bemusedAt that a screen lit, soft, displaying‘I shall die so you will stop prayingFor a sight of the source of your mightWhat you'll see has answers to your plight'Pale green screen flickered and just diedReflecting cool Kat back from inside….